The path connecting the celestial granite platform to the next floating landmass was not composed of physical stone.
It was a river of condensed, pale-blue spatial mana—a glowing ley-line bridge three yards wide that hummed softly as it hovered over the bottomless indigo void. The surface of the bridge looked like liquid sapphire, rippling under the biting wind, yet when Kyle set his heavy boot down, the line held with the rigid, unyielding firmness of solid steel.
Behind him, Seraphina, Falcon, and Yua stepped onto the glowing thread in tight formation.
"Watch your weight distribution," Seraphina advised softly, keeping her ocean trident held at the ready. A thin, cool mist hovered around her ankles, stabilizing her footing on the slick, condensed mana. "The ley-line is stable, but the surrounding gravity drops off sharply at the edges. One bad step and you'll slip into the gravimetric slipstream."
